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The killer constricted his pupils and remained calm, but a storm arose in his heart.

This person is not dead, and he found this place through the Taoist trajectory in such a short period of time, he really is a master.

"I know you're surprised, nine shots in a row, but I'm not dead." Mu Feng took out a cigarette from his body and lit it.

With the help of the faint firelight, he could clearly see the killer's appearance. He was not a Chinese but a Middle Easterner. He saw a nine-character tattoo on the killer's neck, and quickly confirmed the killer's identity.

"You are amazing!" the killer said coldly. [

Mu Feng smoked the ashes, and said with a light smile, "I'm curious that the top [-] killer of Blood Skull, "Nine Guns", actually came to accept such a task."

Hearing the word "Nine Guns", the killer finally couldn't keep his composure, and his face changed suddenly, "Who are you?"

Blood Skull is one of the largest killer organizations in the world. There are thousands of killers, and each killer is an elite among the elites, and Nine Guns being able to squeeze into the top [-] is enough to show his strength.

In fact, as early as when he finished shooting the ninth shot, Mu Feng almost guessed his identity.

The reason why Nine Guns is called "Nine Guns" is because he has a habit of shooting at the fastest speed for every assassination mission, completes nine guns, and then evacuates quickly. At the same time, he never leaves a living in his hands.

The only problem Mu Feng didn't expect was that even if Xia Ruoxue was the younger sister of the leader of the Canglong Society, Xia Tian, ​​this wouldn't attract the blood-skull killers. Could it be that the people who hired the killers behind the scenes had too much money to spend?

The killer of the blood skull is not something that ordinary people can afford. Even if he has money, he may not be able to get a relationship. It seems that the people behind the scenes are not simple.

"Does it matter who I am? I just need to know who you are." Mu Feng took a deep breath, stubbed out the cigarette, and let it out.

"Of course it's very important. Although I'm not good at nine guns, I can't be recognized by everyone. If I'm not wrong, you are also a killer."

Jiu Qiang was already certain that this person with an oriental face was definitely from the same place as him, and it was not a simple character, otherwise he would not have recognized him immediately.

"That's right, I am." Mu Feng didn't hide anything.

"Then what do you want to do?" Colliding with killers, there is usually only one result, and the stronger person can survive.

This person's performance is too calm, and it is also because of this reason that Jiuqiang knows that the opponent's strength is definitely not weaker than him, and he is a tough character.

Jiu Qiang removed the clip of the **** in his hand, threw it to the side and pulled out a dagger and said, "The dignity of a killer."

Mu Feng shook his head, "No, no, I think you misunderstood. I didn't come here to fight you. I want to know who hired you. Although this is against the rules, I really want to know. Dare There is only one end for those who attack my woman."

After a pause, Mu Feng's scattered eyes suddenly turned cold.

"Since you know the killer's rules, why bother to ask." The words were very clear, Jiu Qiang refused to disclose any information about the employer.

"I didn't want to kill you, but you really made a wrong choice." Mu Feng said lightly.

This person has a crazy tone, who is he? [

Jiu Qiang was shocked, the dagger in his hand turned over, and his figure rushed towards Mu Feng. What he said just now was a kind of contempt for him.

A killer has the dignity of a killer, and if he doesn't want others to look down on him, there is only one way to kill him.

In the eyes of ordinary people, a killer is mysterious, cruel, and cruel, but no one knows that the life of a killer is hell. If they have a choice, they all want to be an ordinary person.

Nine Spears is famous for its marksmanship, especially the sniper rifle. Its comprehensive strength ranks in the top [-] in Blood Skeleton, but in terms of marksmanship alone, it can definitely rank in the top [-].

But close combat is also the strong point of snipers. The most important thing is that the training of killers cannot be generalized with soldiers. title.

The killer has only one thought in mind since childhood, in order to survive, kill other people besides himself, even if they are companions, they are also enemies.

What a quick knife!

Mu Feng was secretly surprised, the strength of Nine Spears was indeed not weak, and the close-up saber techniques were endless, one move after another, one after another, after several rounds, Nine Spears had the upper hand and pushed Mu Feng into a corner .

Of course, Jiu Qiang didn't let down his vigilance just because he had the upper hand. He knew the traits of killers. Killers are people in the dark. No one dares to be arrogant unless he really has that strength.

In the face of killers, the only policy is to be cautious, otherwise one carelessness will capsize one's own ship in the gutter, even if one encounters an opponent weaker than one's own.

Nine Spears ranked in the top [-] of the Blood Skull, not only because of strength, but also because he knew that the opponent was hiding his strength.

Even now that the opponent has the upper hand, Jiu Qiang is still very cautious. This person has not made a move at all. If he does, it is hard to say what will happen.

In addition to being cautious, Nine Guns was more shocking that such a powerful killer existed in China.

"I'll give you another chance, tell me who the employer is?" Mu Feng said while dodging Nine Guns, raised his fist and hit him on the shoulder, knocking him five meters away.

Stabilizing his figure, Nine Guns only heard a slight crisp sound, followed by his left arm, which could no longer exert any strength, and this punch dislocated him.

A punch that seemed to be understatement actually shook a powerful killer five meters away and shook the mortar. This is not something ordinary people can do.

"I won't tell you, I admit that you are very strong, kill me if you have the ability." Jiu Qiang put his arm on the ground, exerted all his strength on his shoulder, and with a click, the dislocated arm recovered as before, and pulled out another dagger , rushed over again.

The two-handed nine-gun attack with a knife is more violent than the one-handed attack just now. The cooperation of both hands and two swords has been brought to the extreme.

"You shouldn't choose that."

The choice of Nine Guns finally made Mu Feng want to kill. For the time being, no matter who is behind the scenes, Nine Guns must be killed.

The killer has another characteristic. After accepting the task, he will either complete the task, or be killed, or give up automatically and be cleared by the organization. Mu Feng is worried that if he doesn't kill Jiuqiang, he will attack Xia Ruoxue again.

As for Jiu Gun, there is no other way to go before him. Instead of doing this, it is better to fight Mu Feng to the death, and die in a battle with the master, and die well. [

In an instant, Mu Feng's figure disappeared, right in front of Jiu Gun.

The moment he appeared, one of the daggers in Nine Spears' hands was broken and fell to the ground. The other dagger was still held, but it was inserted into his chest, and blood slid down the dagger.

"Okay... so fast! You... you are really... a master." After being stabbed, Jiu Qiang felt that his life was passing by rapidly, but he had a question in his mind, who is this person?

"You want to know who I am?" Mu Feng saw Jiu Qiang's thoughts.

Jiu Qiang took a few deep breaths, nodded but did not speak. It is also very difficult for him to speak now. After being stabbed, his life gradually began to drain.

Jiu Qiang knew that if this person had been murderous from the beginning, he would have already turned into a corpse.

"I used to be a killer, but now, I can say yes or no." Mu Feng took out another cigarette and lit it, took a puff before saying, "People who are dying, let me tell you, people who know me Everyone calls me... the Ghost King."

"What, it's you!" Jiu Qiang's eyes widened in disbelief.

The ghost organized the ghost emperor, and slaughtered Hades with a smile and anger.

In the world of killers, the Ghost King is a myth. He and his twelve brothers massacred the entire high-level ghost organization and wiped out the organization under his subordinates. Unexpectedly, he was a young Chinese.

"Haha...ahem...it's not wrong to die in your hands!" Jiu Qiang laughed loudly, and then pushed the dagger into his chest with all his might.

Mu Feng sighed, he was doing it for Nine Guns, but also for himself, the killer was actually very sad, so he chose to go back to China to live an ordinary life more than a year ago.

But is it really possible to live an ordinary life?

People can answer this answer.

"You are right, killers should have dignity, let's go!"

Stretching out his palm, a powerful force appeared out of thin air, and a palm was imprinted on Jiuqiang's corpse, instantly evaporating the moisture in the corpse, and then with a slight shock, the dried corpse turned into a pile of powder and drifted away with the wind.

After disposing of Jiuqiang's body, Mufeng took away the bag containing the sniper rifle. Leaving this thing here will only cause trouble.

Just when Mu Feng was picking up the handbag, he found the mobile phone inside. He picked it up suspiciously, opened it and saw that there was only one number inside, and then with a smile on his face, he dialed the number.

The phone rang a few times, and then it was connected. It was a middle-aged man who said, "Your Excellency Nine Guns, I apologize to you for what happened earlier. Don't worry, I will transfer the money to your card as usual."

Mu Feng frowned slightly, who is this middle-aged man?Why did he attack Xia Ruoxue?

"No need, he is already dead, and you will be soon too." Mu Feng said lightly.

There was a shock on the phone, and then tremblingly asked, "You... who are you? I didn't understand what you said."

"I am your murderer, I will find you, you have done something you shouldn't do, and you need to pay the price." After speaking, Mu Feng hung up the phone, took out the phone card, and threw the phone away.

What Mo Ao said is right, only by constantly strengthening one's own strength can one ensure the safety of those related to one's own. Xia Ruoxue is her own woman, so how could she be harmed.

Therefore, no matter who that person is, he will be pulled into the death blacklist.

Taking out his phone, Mu Feng turned to a page, found a phone number stored on it, and dialed it. After a few seconds, the phone was connected. After the connection, without waiting for the other party to speak, he said first, "I am in Huaxia, The number is 138xxxxxxxxx, I want the address of the call in the last few days."

"Got it, boss, hello..." Before the other party finished speaking, Mu Feng hung up.

Back in the car, Xia Ruoxue huddled on the seat nervously, seeing Mu Feng returning safely, she couldn't wait to throw herself into his arms, crying softly, "Honey, I was so scared just now, woo woo woo, you finally came back. "

"Fool, didn't you come back? Why are you crying?" Mu Feng smiled and stroked Xia Ruoxue's beautiful hair.

"You're injured, let me see." Xia Ruoxue suddenly thought of it, and hurriedly lifted Mu Feng's clothes, seven pieces were still inlaid on his back, which made Xia Ruoxue cover her mouth in surprise, "This... my husband, How is this going."

Mu Feng stretched out his hand to dig out the hole on his body, and the hole on his back began to shrink immediately, finally forming a small scar. "Your husband, I can juggle, do you believe it?"

"Ghosts believe it, husband, tell me quickly, how can you be okay if you get hit?"

This is amazing!

"Let's talk about it when we have a chance. Now we have to go home quickly and do what we need to do." Mu Feng put his hands into Xia Ruoxue's clothes, and kneaded the firm Shuangfeng a few times.

"Ah, pervert, you are here again."

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